Make Friends

Make friends with what’s inside you,

with what surrounds

and confounds you.

The delight with this salacious

orange and the way

its sweetness nectars

down your tingling chin. 

This savoring of friendships, old, 

new and in-between, rich conversation

meandering blossoming something

 new on a coffeehouse deck. 

 That longing for first hand 

 knowledge of what some call the divine,

 others the inexplicable-mysterious-

 terrible-beautiful-bewildering- mundane.

 Those huge wind turbines

 peppered along a desert highway,

 rotating behemoths in nowhere’s

 middle, gathering boatloads

 of air while scraping endless sky

 to create a humbler energy,

 kinder, less disruptive to the planet.

 The younger elements within you,

 often exploring and exuberant,

 sometimes wobbly, unsure

 if they’re up to the task at hand.

 These angers, those sorrows, 

 happy surprises, celebrations,

 let-downs and losses, jumping 

 off roofs, tossing snowballs

 at cars and running for dear life,

 all kinds of mischief

 with pals. This smiling inside 

 where a hidden cellist

 plucks his beautiful strings

 and music surely is king.

 Dreaming, the kind that happens

 in night's half-buried huddle 

 and usually dissolves 

 like smoke upon waking,

 leaving you muddled,

 gulping your coffee.

 Yes. Make friends with it all.